“When I looked down over the rotting mountains of Sinkiang to the distant snowy hills I sensed a vague but familiar affinity to something great and enormously calm. I could never track it down or identity it inside me, and this time it remained shapeless as well. I felt this affinity intensely, though I couldn't see more than reddish distant mountains, motionless glaciers and clouds silently coming up the valleys.”
-alpinist Voytek Kurtyka